Магазин песен

Куплет

Got blisters on my fingers from a string-pullin' fight,
Fourteen Fridays for a fortnight, workin' through the night,
Dusty days and moonlit nights, life ain't always right,
But the rooster crows at break of dawn, brings new hope with the light.

Куплет 2

Mama's on the porch swing, hummin' an old tune,
Daddy's in the fields till the bright and blazin' noon,
We gather round the table as the sun begins to swoon,
Livin' simple, honest, under that big ol' silver moon.

Припев

Fourteen Fridays for a fortnight, that's the way we live,
Sweat and tears and laughter, it's all we've got to give,
In this small town that we cherish, where our hearts can freely roam,
Fourteen Fridays for a fortnight, we call this place our home.

Куплет 3

Johnny's fixin' tractors, grease stains on his hands,
Sarah's countin' fireflies, makin' weekend plans,
The church bell rings on Sunday, across these dusty lands,
Tellin' tales of love and loss, and the strength to make a stand.

Связка

The river's slow and steady, much like our daily grind,
But there's beauty in the struggle, and peace of mind to find,
With every passing Friday, we leave our worries behind,
Chasin' dreams and buildin' bonds, in joy and pain entwined.

Припев

Fourteen Fridays for a fortnight, that's the way we live,
Sweat and tears and laughter, it's all we've got to give,
In this small town that we cherish, where our hearts can freely roam,
Fourteen Fridays for a fortnight, we call this place our home.